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Last edited by IndieAnthias; 11-09-2011 at 11:12 PM.
I feel that. I'm at my childhood home visiting my mother and it's been a while since I've been here. She lives now in mental Italy (music, foods, illumination etc). She has even started to study the language. This place was quite a different way back. |
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Last edited by Sassafrax; 11-12-2011 at 08:05 PM.
"From the feet up the crown of the head steals the spasm, the stab of Lyssa, aye, the scorpion's sting."
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Last edited by IndieAnthias; 11-21-2011 at 05:07 PM.
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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"Dauphin" by Swagberg. Obv. |
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Last edited by IndieAnthias; 12-02-2011 at 12:01 AM.
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
Too Much Time On My Hands, by Styx. |
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"you will not transform this house of prayer into a house of thieves"
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Last edited by Erii; 12-04-2011 at 01:01 AM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Last edited by Linkzelda41; 12-04-2011 at 01:13 AM.
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